We are born in a prision Raised in a prision Send to a prision called school We cry in a prision We love in a prision We live in a prision Like fools Wood becomes a flut when It's loved Reach for your self and your Battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when It's broken Look in a mirror and see Your shattered fate We live with no reason Kicked around for no reason Thrown out without reason Like tools Work in a prision And hate in aprision And die in a prision As a rule We live in a prision Among judges and wardnes And wait for no reason or use We laugh in a prision Go through all four seasons And die with no vision Or truth